JULIA. That's all right, my boy. Give her the class war and the Revolution with a capital R! Tell her you're the only original representative of the disinherited proletariat, and that some day, before long, you intend to plant the red flag over her daddy's palace. [Seriously.] Of course, what you'll actually do is meet her like a gentleman, and tell her of some of your adventures in Russia, and give her some idea of what's going on outside of her little Fifth avenue set. J ACK. Where did you run on to her? JULIA. I met her at the settlement. JACK. Good Lord! Jim Hegan's daughter! [Laughs.] They were toadying to her there, I'll wager. JULIA. Well, you know what settlement people are. She's been coming there for quite a while, and seems to be interested. She's given them quite a lot of money. JACK. No doubt. JULIA. I had a little talk with her one afternoon. She's a quiet, self-contained girl, but she gave me a peculiar impression. She seemed to be unhappy; there was a kind of troubled note in what she said. I had felt uncomfortable about meeting her... you can imagine, after my study of "Tammany and the Traction Trust." JACK. Did she mention that? JULIA. No, she never has. But I've several times had the feeling that she was trying to get up the courage to do it. I've thought, somehow, that she must be suffering about her father. JACK. My God! Wouldn't it be a joke if Nemesis were to get at Jim Hegan through his daughter? JULIA. Yes; wouldn't it! JACK. How do you suppose he takes her reform activities? JULIA. I don't know, but I fancy they must have had it out. She's not the sort of person to let herself be turned back when her mind's made up. JACK. A sort of chip of the old block. [After a pause.] If I'd known what was up, I wouldn't have suggested asking anybody else to come.. . JULIA. Oh, that's all right; it won't make any difference. JACK. This chap, Montague, that I 'phoned to you about... he's a sort of a convert of my own. JULIA. I see. We'll reciprocate. JACK. I think I've got Montague pretty well landed. You'll be interested in him... it's quite a story. It was last election day... [The bell rings.] JULIA. Ah, there's somebody. [She goes to the door; calls.] Is that you, Miss Hegan? LAURA. [Off.] Yes, it's I. JULIA. You found your way, did you? LAURA. Oh, no trouble at all. [Enters, a tall, stately girl, about twenty-three; simply but elegantly clad.] How do you do? JULIA. I am so glad to see you. Jack, this is Miss Hegan. Mr. Bullen. LAURA. How do you do, Mr. Bullen? JACK. I am very glad to meet you, Miss Hegan. JULIA. Let me take your things. LAURA. [Looking about.] Oh, what a cozy place! I think these model tenements are delightful. JULIA. They're indispensable to us agitators... an oasis in a desert. JACK. Built for the proletariat, and inhabited by cranks. LAURA. Is that the truth?